Unable to watch what was happening to her mother, she turned her head away. It did not stop her awareness of what was going on. Soft whimpers escaped her lips, keeping her eyes closed tight. Cleo had to bite her tongue in order not to scream for her mother again. She was not capable of being that strong as that ahppened to her mother only feet away.
As soon as the rope was loose, she started to struggle to get away. Cleo already knew what this meant. Moving her from the ropes to the table her struggles barely seemed to make a diference. Her body was shaking in fear and panick. As he approached she tried to remain as strong as she could but that crumbled as he laid his hand on her.
Soft whimpers of protest escaped her lips as he touched and prodded her. She tried to move away from his touch but there was no where to go. Cleo cried out as he slide his finger inside of her. Closing her eyes tightened against the invasion. there was nothing comfortable about it.
"... please dont.... please.... sir.... please dont.... please...." Her voice was slightly cracked. There were already tears in her eyes and on her cheeks. "I... I... dont know what your looking for from us... please dont do this....."